Born: February 21, 1946

Died: August 25, 2026

Written by: Victoria Kline

Today, I want to share a dedication to Lt. Colonel Greg Shuey. This is the third time in just the past few months that I have written a tribute to a dear friend who has passed. And, ironically, all three were warriors in the arenas where they excelled — people I had the privilege to work with and know.

Greg will be my longest dedication. Not because I knew him longer, but his life in the approximate seven years I have known him had a major impact on myself, my family and those to which we forged alliances to combat election issues and corruption in our State.

To begin, I met Greg while standing in line to speak with Senator Molly Baumgardner at a Sunflower meeting. As we waited, I started a conversation with him. Greg was always friendly and loved talking with people. When I asked what he was working on, he said, “I have been analyzing the 2020 election, and it was statistically impossible for it to have gone the way it did.”Although election issues were just starting to appear on my radar, my main focus at the time was the possible relocation of the Plum Island Animal Disease Center to Manhattan, Kansas. Still, I was interested in what he had written, so we exchanged contact information. Greg later bought lunch for me and a friend so we could discuss his research. My friend had a Telegram account and was eager to connect with anyone local who could provide firsthand information.

And it was from those initial meetings that Greg tried to form a Liberty Lions League with retired military personnel. As he put it, he found “no true will to pursue what annoyed him to no end.” Basically, he knew — and I mean he truly knew — there was a problem with the 2020 election. He pursued every person, every piece of viable research, and every hands-on source of information. He conducted interviews straight from the horse’s mouth, and together we made at least eight trips to Topeka. He catalogued the evidence and sought out those who could actually do something about the issues. In that process, he found younger independent people who had the fight in them — people unwilling to accept the lies, misinformation, or sleight of hand by whatever dark forces were hurting the country that was so clearly a central part of Lt. Colonel Greg Shuey’s life.

Greg loved statistics. The problem is you can’t take them into a court room, and they may only cause the proper authorities to look with one eyebrow up at you while listening respectfully.

The Lions were shaped—and largely financed—because Greg took the information we had gathered and went from house to house, speaking directly with people to let them know what we were finding. We did have viable information worth sharing as we began working to educate the people of Kansas. We were not the only ones doing this work. Yet we were the only ones who had Greg Shuey guiding independent-minded people into a real team. And that is what I want to share.

One of the hardest things about today’s organizers is that we are not necessarily military-minded. I once asked Greg about the military and how they discipline people to work as a unit. Greg had a rare knack for bringing people together without being authoritarian. He replied, “Well, the military breaks you down, then builds you back up.” He described the process of stripping away insecurity, dross, and anything else that would prevent you from going into battle and coming out alive—along with those around you.

He was a fighter pilot in Vietnam, and at one of the many dinners he organized for veterans, he shared his life story and accomplishments. He also worked at NASA and had a résumé that was truly astounding. I do not use that word lightly.

Our relationship as we formed the Liberty Lions League is what I want to share. I share it not only as a participant in this partnership, but also as a friend and admirer—and as someone who witnessed firsthand a life in its final decade. It would be a failure on my part if I did not attempt to preserve some memory of a life so well lived. So I will now offer the following points.

Greg loved his family deeply and often spoke about their accomplishments—his wife, sons, daughters, grandchildren, and even the pets. A normal conversation with him usually began with updates on all their latest achievements. He was certain his daughter would one day become a General. One of his sons was brilliant with computers, his granddaughter excelled at soccer, and the coming twins, he said, would make the family complete. His wife Marti, he proudly noted, was exceptional at quilting. He was never annoying when he talked about his family. His pride was balanced and genuine. He was simply their greatest champion.

He always asked about my family and remembered exactly where we had left off the last time we spoke. He kept a mental “storyboard,” so to speak, of everyone’s situations and the issues we were working on. It was understood that I would stay in closer individual contact with each of our Lions, many of whom worked somewhat independently on their own projects until we needed to come together for information or help. I maintained those connections and then updated Greg on how everyone was doing. Most of them never fully realized how often he inquired about their families, their work, and their progress on our joint efforts.

He was gracious with compliments yet was not foolish with them. He did not need to pet anyone’s ego nor did he need his stroked.

I never saw him angry. Although, he would tell me often how much something made him angry. I saw his anger driven into results. That was the military side of him that looked at an issue and said, “How do we solve that?” And did NOT, I repeat, did not hesitate to set out against often amazing odds to seek an answer.

He recognized this unique time in history. The Lions formed with him—we were not under him. He never called himself “our leader.” If anything, we were the ones who spoke of him that way. Yet on numerous occasions he told us how proud he was to work with our group.

What we all had in common was a deep love for this country. Greg regularly organized dinners for veterans, and Steve and I always attended. Still, he would often call me at the last minute and say, “You haven’t purchased your ticket yet.” I would reply, “Ugh, I know! I will,” and I never regretted going. He carried stories of military personnel that might otherwise have gone with him to the grave—which would have been a real loss. He was a consummate recorder of thoughts and information.

He put out a newsletter three times a week. Which he called a T.O. It was extensive. I would begin to write for Free State News. We would call one another to ask about certain news items or information and he would say, “yes, it’s in my T.O. didn’t you read it?” or he would call me and I would say, “It’s in my latest Free State News I sent you, didn’t you read it?” Thus, we would go back and read the hard work etched into the fabric of time to those who would hear us out. Yet, it was most important to hear each other out. We had to hold the truth accountable and on numerous occasions we had to defend each other, and, in all accounts, he had my back and I had his. He was a loyal friend but not an ally to lying, evil or misconduct.

When he put together a hearing on election information two years ago, we had invited one special guest to come to share about election machines and how they flip votes. Greg had been working on this hearing for months with some back lash to our guest. He fought against NOT cancelling yet was resigned and pressured to not let our guest come in. (Hindsight: they should have come) However, this issue with this decision was never passed off to another (Although technically he could have. It was not his fault) He always took the hit as team leader. ALWAYS! It was the one thing I can say I was most impressed about him.

He never really had excuses. He had explanations. Yet, they were never shaped as excuses. I appreciated this about him. It made him easy to support.

He loved our country with every ounce of his being as all the Lions did. He displayed honor, hard work, intelligence, and most importantly he was highly creative.

He was virtuoso pianist. He played and was trained to possibly go into this field. Yet, Engineering ended up guiding his educational background. Once, we had an event that the Lions hosted to educate people on border issues and the trafficking of children across the border. We thought we would have the song ‘America the Beautiful’. My daughter-in-law has a trained voice. I offered her up, and he wanted to play the piano for her. I proudly said, “She is used to doing it a cappella” I mean it was my turn to let my family shine. Afterwards, he said, “She has a beautiful voice. Yet, next time I hope I can play with her.” I knew what he meant. He would be honored to have that moment and share it with her. It was just something you understood about his sense of teamwork and unity and producing memories that are notably indelible on our souls.

Greg was also amazing at woodworking. In fact, he told me that when he was irritated, his woodworking shop would help calm him down. He enjoyed molding, shaping, and forming wood to match his vision. Over the years, he showed me pictures and actual pieces he had made for his family. One day after we had a meeting with some people in downtown Overland Park, as I walked to my car, he said, “Come over here and see my work.” We went into a small workshop that repaired wood frames and similar items. The ladies were so happy to see him, and they laid out work he was picking up for their clients. As we headed out the door that day, I joked, “I really see your eulogy going on for hours, Greg.”

And now here I am — writing it.

There are phrases that absolutely belong to Greg Shuey: Let Freedom Ring. Let The Truth Be Told. Let Justice Have Her Day.

One image captures who Greg was more than any other for me. The next time I see a flag draped over a casket, I will think of him. That silent, powerful picture reflects the man himself

A husband.
A father.
A citizen.
A patriot.
A warrior whose spirit soared and left its mark on everything and everyone he loved. It is a picture of love of country, of final goodbyes, and of lasting dedication to all who fight for America the Beautiful.

Goodbye, my dear friend. We, your fellow Lions, will carry your memory with pride.

Greg Shuey’s funeral information .
 
The visitation is Wednesday evening (the 2nd of Sept) at McGilley and Hodge Johnson County Memorial Chapel

8024 Santa Fe Drive, Overland Park, KS. Time 5-7pm.

The funeral is the following morning at 10am at Resurrection Brookside

5144 Oak Street, KCMO .